Freakshow from Roberta by Dalton Deschain & the Traveling Show

I wasn't born a freak,
I was born who I am.
The circus came later
When they couldn't understand.

To be born under punchlines
When all I want is to breathe
Turned out not quite what they wanted
Sold off at thirteen
And what a fuckin relief

I keep my anger in notebooks
And my passion on the stage
I sell out night after night after night after night
And every Sunday a parade
Come see me in the parade
Every Sunday a parade
Wish I could grab 'em all and say

That now that I'm who I want,
all anybody seems to want is to stare
The only monsters in the freak show
have paid to get their ass in those chairs.
I’m not a Sunday School lesson,
just decided not to live my life scared
The only monsters in the freak show
lurk in the closet under the stairs.

I found some love for the first time
She's as removed as myself,
Paired up we swim against the current
Like a couple mermaids from hell

I hear you call me Rob as in Robert,
That’s a mistake no that’s not who I am.
The bearded lady's what the barker calls me
But to you it's YES MA'AM
YES MA'AM
YES MA'AM

• Alternative
• Concept
• Experimental
• circus punk
• new wave
• prog punk
• New York